21
Tyla
“Tyla, wake up.” Sebastian’s voice echoed in my mind.
I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to imagine I was back at home and not sleeping on a hard concrete floor in my enemy’s basement. “I don’t want to.”
“There’s movement upstairs. I have a feeling we’ll be having company soon.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Amelie and Josef were still asleep, and Sebastian sat in the cell across from me, his gaze tormented. “I hate seeing you like this.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I’ll feel even better when I can rip Jaret in half.”
“You’ll be waiting in line for that one, love. There’s a special place in Hell for him, right next to his father.”
I glanced around the room. There were two windows near the ceiling, but they were too small to even attempt to sneak out of. It didn’t matter anyway beca
